December 2011
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Okay, like I said, my former teacher had her baby this evening. It’s funny how seeing just pictures of a tiny little newborn surrounded by his absolutely beaming siblings and dad put the biggest smile on my face.
:-)
I wrote you a letter today.
I want you to read it. I want you to see it and understand so badly. But I just can’t bring myself to show you and I hate that.
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I still have a lot to say to you, ya know.
Ex-English teacher’s baby was born today, and ended up a boy, so I’m stoked.
I’d rather sing the harmonies.
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Dad: Hey could you take some pictures of me on the jet ski next summer?
Me: Uh, what? Why?
Dad: Like, jumping waves and stuff.
Me: I mean I guess I can, but why?
Dad: I don't know. I want them blown up, too. I just don't have many action shots of me doing things.
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When I send a seemingly meaningless text, what it’s really saying is, “Hey. I’m alive, if you were wondering, and I hope you are, too.”
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Fuck. I didn’t mean for these words to mean this much to me.
But, you know what? Words are words and they’ve all been said before, this is just one of countless arrangements of them.
You guys I'm writing a song.
Hi I think your heart’s pretty ok bye
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HAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Best. Text. Ever.
I’m not carefree, but I am happy. I think it’s better this way.
I’ve spent more time in my room the past five days than I had for the three months prior.
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If we haven’t got love, we haven’t got much at all.
Hey. Sing with me sometime.
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I’m told over and over to look into the future. Too far for my taste, really. Besides, I find it damn near impossible to put my attention toward much more than bothersome dreams and mentally picking apart and reassembling your soul. It’s beautiful, you know, just everything about it is… Beautiful. But I digress, and regrettably, this world won’t slow down and wait for me...
I like baby anythings
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Get into the groove…
Lookin’ for heaven, found the devil in me.
I giggle every time I witness someone’s first reaction to a certain line in “8 Years”.
Forget all those places that you’ve never really...
Here’s a list of things I care about:
Banjo
Music making
Hats
Cookies
Pretzels
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
Sweaters
Here’s a list of things I don’t care about:
Anything else
Every single day.
I know already.
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Give me a sign, sing me a song, tell me you’re gone.
Wish I didn’t feel like such a goddamn IDIOT RIGHT NOW.
My heart keeps fluttering and it makes me nervous.
The boy cries you a sweater of tears, and you kill him.
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Tuesday so far:
Woke up at noon
Hashbrowns and coffee for breakfast/lunch
Getting acquainted with the banjo
Kay Kay’s Introducing on vinyl
Possibly about to balloon sword fight my brother, with Thor and Captain America masks on.
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Blogging hard. My apologies.
Thoughts are coming to me so rapidly tonight, but are unusually slow at passing once they arrive. Right now I’m stuck on how I feel as though people are dependent on others in all the wrong ways, and not enough in the ways they should be. I can’t help but think we’re all at least somewhat guilty of this at some point.
Sometimes I wonder why the hell anyone follows my Livejournal of a Tumblr.
I even learned how to use the washing machine, But keeping things clean doesn’t change anything. What am I gonna do when I run out of shirts to fold? What am I gonna do when I run out of lawn to mow?
“Less than 1 year until Dec 21 2012 and the end of the world. I have already...”
– My 32-year-old cousin
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You’re a few years overdue, I spent them waiting here for you.